Mr. Ed et al have not visited us on the beach for two days. It has been cooler. Perfect for beach dreamin'. Yep, all the way down to the high seventies-eighty, seaside, with amazing breezes, no flies and brilliant sunshine. These factors allow the mustangs to stay in the marshlands on the other side of the dunes, where they can graze and also find the fresh water needed to survive. We didn't drive into their territory. We know they'll visit again, when ready. Sooooo, NIK and I found other themes on the beach.
Flight is something special, here on the OBX. You know - Kitty Hawk and the Wright brothers. And then there are the celebratory statues of flying mustangs. I borrowed this picture of a winged horse, as our local representation is not quite as artistic. Read a little of their story, here. This brings me to yesterday and the query, "How do you fly?"
Like a pelican…
Or, a seagull…
Or, a contraption…
Or, maybe not at all, preferring to preserve your energy and observe the scenery…
Giving thanks for all beautiful observations, here on sandy shores.
Tide's out - we're off! That's all she wrote, for today...
